Frank Sinatra

When you walk through the storm, hold your head up high,
And don't be afraid of the dark;
At the end of the storm is a golden sky,
And the sweet silver song of a lark.
Walk on through the wind, walk on through the rain,
Though your dreams be tossed and blown,
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart
And you'll nev - er walk a - lone,
You'll nev - er walk a - lone.
(Last Time:)
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart
And you'll nev-er walk a - lone,
You'll nev-er walk a - lone.